Saturday, August 25, 2012

Wordle 71: Broken

NOTE: Sorry my name is on Mr. Linky twice today. The first is an annoying computer glitch and the link for last week's poem.

Here are the new words from The Sunday Whirl's
Friday Night Facebook extravaganza. All I can say is,
if you missed it, be sure you show up next time.
WOO-HOO!
dusk, link, trace, empty,
essentials, rose, pencil, fence,
chain, recipe, forgiven, operator


Broken
Rusted chain links
fence the backyard,
penciled barriers
trace dusky edges
of summer twilight.
Nothing lasts, not love
or desire, or trust.
It all molders away
to emptiness, like
crumpled rose petals
and broken fences.

17 comments:

Hannah said...

I can smell those crumpled roses...well written!!

Daydreamertoo said...

You are right, mostly nothing lasts. Sometimes love endures if it's worked at. We all end to think love is easy but, it takes constant attention to keep those flames alive.
Very sad, and somehow poignant write.

brenda w said...

Sad for its deeply rotted truth (now I was going to say rooted, but the typo came, and I like it :). How's that for punctuation? LOL

It all molders away
to emptiness....

Love this.

Mary said...

A difficult truth written well: Nothing lasts forever.

Laurie Kolp said...

Ahh... poignant piece.


It was fun wasn't it?

nan said...

My favorite poem of the day, I think! You artfully put the words together in a meaningful poem - smooth to read with no trace of "Wordle" words.

annell4 said...

this is a sad one! But I liked it!

flaubert said...

Sad, yes, Marianne. However, it is absolutely, beautifully concise. Well wordled! Friday was fun, wasn't it?

Pamela

joanne said...

thoughtful, sad, and lovely....nothing lasts - no truer statement....

Anonymous said...

Wonderfully written.

Elizabeth said...

Sad and poignant yes, but well constructed with a voice that speaks true thoughout,

Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/loosely-knit/

teri said...

I love decrepit things... I photograph them all the time. Thy speak of human efforts and even broken fences are a reminder to me of when there was hope. Favorite line- "penciled barriers".

Jules said...

I like how you used 'Penciled' here.
Reminds me of farm homesteads that have been forgotten...

I'm here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/08/sw-71-how-to-serve-man-11-b-10.html

irene said...

Simple effective images of brokenness here, Marianne.

S.E.Ingraham said...

well-wordled Marianne - poignant, sad but succinct and effective ...

http://seingrahamsays.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/shifting-colours/

Carol Steel said...

You have captured an essence of reality so vivdly. Lovely, sad and true.

Sara McNulty said...

Sadly true, and beautifully written.